"Don't speak." He ordered, frantically kissing my neck.
He pulled my shirt off over me and threw it behind him. I ran my hands under his shirt and rested them on his chest. I tilted my head back as Randy made his way down to my chest. He unzipped my pants and looked up at me with a smirk. I knew why he was doing this now. Him and Sam probably got into an argument and we walked out angry. That's where I came in. I knew my real purpose for him. As much as it hurt me to know that I was just a pawn, he still made me feel wanted. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He pulled mine down and I wrapped my legs around him. With my arms around his torso, we stole the moment we had been wanting all night.
When we finished, I unwrapped my legs from around him. They felt like jelly from being around him so long. Randy held me against him, breathing heavily. He finally let me go as I leaned against the wall. I grabbed my pants and underwear from off the floor and slid them on. I was about to buckle my pants before Randy stopped me.
"Don't leave." He asked.
"I have to get back to the room and shower before John sees me. If I walk in like this he's going to wonder why I'm so sweaty." I told him.
"I don't want to go back." Randy told me.
"She is your wife Randy. You have no choice." I informed him.
I shook Randy's hand off of mine and continued to get dressed. He handed me my shirt and John's sweatshirt. I put the shirt on, but let the sweatshirt hang off of my arm. I looked up at him to find that he was still staring at me. I sighed as I ran my hand through my sweaty hair. I knew that Randy felt better. He got what he wanted and he could go on his way. But what about me? Did he know what he was doing? Did he ever feel guilty like I did? I had to confront him, and I had to do it now.
"When did you and Sam start fighting?" I asked.
"What?" Randy replied, caught off guard.
"I know you and Sam have issues. When did they start?" I asked.
"About a year ago." Randy told me.
"Like, around Survivor Series?" I asked.
"Why are you asking me this?" Randy retorted.
"Because we started hooking up a year ago. And you and Sam started fighting right around the same time. Kind of ironic, isn't it?" I snapped.
Randy opened his mouth to say something, but then snapped it shut. I stood there, waiting for him to answer. I wanted him to tell me that I wasn't just being used. I wanted him to tell me that this meant something to him. I wanted it to be more then just random hook-ups every time I came on the road. But the longer he stood there, the longer I thought the worst. I turned around to open the door and leave. There was no reason to stick around anymore. Randy could find a different way to get over his fights with Sam. Just as I was about to leave, Randy grabbed my arm. I turned around to hear what he has to say.
"At first, it was just a pointless hook-up. I was mad, and I needed something to make me happy. You were so pretty and I knew what I wanted from you. But over time, it's changed. Sure, I still use this as a way to escape things with Sam. But you actually mean something to me Adriana. What we have means a lot to me. Adriana…I've started to fall in love with you." Randy told me.
Out of all the things I was expecting to hear come out of his mouth, those words were not on my list. I froze as I stared at him. He was falling in love with me. That wasn't suppose to happen. He couldn't be in love with me. He had a wife. He was already in love with someone else.
Then again, so was I.
I loved John with all my heart. We had been through everything together for three years. I couldn't leave him after all we had been through. But Randy made me feel something different. I always had his undivided attention when we were together. With John, his mind always seemed somewhere else. He was always busy with interviews or appearances. I knew that John loved me, but he was too busy with me. Randy made time to be with me.
But I didn't know what so say to him. Mostly because I didn't know whether or not I was actually in love with him. And if I was, I didn't know if I could tell him. It could complicate things, and possibly end everything. But wouldn't that be the best thing for the both of us? This had gone on long enough, and I was tired of sneaking around and feeling guilty all the time. I looked him in the eyes as I tried not to cry.
"Good luck in your match Randy." Was all I could say.
I turned around quickly and opened the door. I didn't even check to see if anyone was in the hallway. All I knew was that I needed to get as far away from Randy as possible. I ran down the hall to John's room. It wasn't far from the room that Randy had pulled me into. I opened the door to find the room empty. I was relieved to know that John wasn't in here. I set his sweatshirt down on the bench and grabbed my bag. I headed to the shower so I could get his smell off of me.
I didn't know of what to think about what Randy had told me. When we first started this, we promised not to let feelings get in the way of anything. What we had would be purely physical. But now it was turning into more. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't walk away from John. He was the best thing for me. Randy was always something on the side. It could never evolve into anything else. Plus he had a family. How could he leave all that? I finished showering and got dressed. I braided my hair and spritzed on some perfume before walking out. When I walked out, John was in the room getting ready for the night. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
"Yeah. The shower really helped." I told him.
"So, I have a question to ask you…" John trailed off.
Oh god, he heard Randy in I in the closet. He knew about us now. He was going to ask about us. John pulled me over and sat me down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder.
"Would you like to come to ringside tonight?" John asked.
"What." I asked, spinning my head around to see him.
"We've been together for three years and you have never been ringside with me. I have a promo to do in a few minutes for the match, and I would love to have you there so I can tell everyone you'll be there. It's a big match for me, and seeing you there will help me out a lot." John told me.
Me be at ringside for his match? Well, not really his match. But the match he would referee between Wade and Randy. How would Randy react seeing me there? I looked at John, seeing how much it would mean to him. I gave him a weak smile before giving him a light kiss.
"I would love to be at ringside." I told him.
John smiled before pulling me in for one final kiss. I thought of Randy and how he had held me tight for so many nights. How his kisses always seemed so raw and passionate. John pulled away and I got up to change my shirt for the promo. The game was changing now, and it was my turn to roll the dice. But now I didn't know if I wanted to play anymore.
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Well, seems like Adriana is having some doubts! Does she want to play her love game anymore? Or does she want to quit? If so, where does her heart really lie? So many questions…and they'll be answered if you review =)
Next chapter: It's time for Randy's match against Wade with John as referee. Adriana comes to ringside and causes drama. Does this affect the match? And how will Randy react? Keep reading to find out!
